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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, primarily due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of common sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do.
I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he might really charge more, especially if the guy I was going with selected me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd be surprised how many guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage slut to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these men for an hour or two. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it.
Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty at first, however that had disappeared when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men liked me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd marry them, or a minimum of come back to their cities and cope with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome since I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a man who liked me would not hurt me, you know? I loved my father. That had changed too and I don't know if one thing had to do with the other precisely, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, the majority of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door possibly. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at first, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I could close my eyes and think of the guy who was making love to me really was my dad. I could talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and liked. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it.
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